That's all for Chapter 101.

After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, and briefly losing consciousness, Zhang Pengfei slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

He subconsciously checked himself and thankfully, his arms and legs seemed fine, only his head hurt. He touched it and found a large lump swollen on the area behind his temple near his ear.

Then I realized I must have had a nosebleed; my face was sticky, and when I wiped it with my hand, it was covered in blood.

He stood up, gripping the stair railing. A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, and if he hadn't held on tightly, he probably would have fallen again.

After standing still for a few seconds to allow the dizziness to subside, Zhang Pengfei held onto the handrail and walked down the stairs step by step.

The fire exit is separate and does not require passing through the first-floor reception lobby, which avoids the possibility of him being stared at. However, even so, he still encountered several Tanzhi employees when leaving the company.

Zhang Peng flew past them like a zombie, numb and oblivious, ignoring their shocked expressions and horrified screams.

Sometimes, after experiencing excessive grief and despair, people can become unusually calm.

Suddenly, something cool fell on his face. Zhang Pengfei paused, raised his empty eyes, and looked down. The rain that had been brewing all morning finally poured down.

At first, it was fine raindrops, then it slowly turned into sleet, and finally it turned into large snowflakes, which gently covered every corner.

In less than an hour, the trees by the roadside and the flowers and plants in the green belt all turned white, as if they were wearing mourning clothes for him, paying tribute to the dead feelings and his past self.

He wasn't wearing a coat, and his sweater was torn. The wind whipped up rain and snow, deliberately crashing against him, but Zhang Pengfei didn't feel cold. Perhaps it was because his heart was dead, and his senses had died along with it.

Perhaps the pain was so intense that the cold didn't even register with the brain.

He walked in a daze through the wind and snow. When he took out his key to open the door, Zhang Pengfei suddenly realized that he was home. Looking back, he had no idea how he got back.

He closed the door, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. A few seconds later, his shoulders sank, as if something heavy had suddenly fallen and knocked him to the ground.

The room was gradually enveloped in darkness when a cell phone suddenly lit up, its melodious ringtone instantly breaking the silence.

Zhang Pengfei gradually regained consciousness, slowly raised his head, and almost instinctively put the phone to his ear: "Hello?"

"Hello, Ms. Zhang Huahua's parent, have you come to pick up Huahua yet? We've already finished school."

Flowers?

Flowers!

Zhang Pengfei's mind cleared up immediately: "Yes, please wait a moment, I'll be right there!"

He quickly got up, only to find his body stiff and in pain all over, with a sharp ringing in his ears that made his scalp tingle.

Ignoring everything else, he staggered to the bathroom, took off his soaking wet clothes, and stood under the shower to wash himself.

The filth was deep, and he painfully and awkwardly dug a few times before emerging.

As I passed by the mirror, I glanced at myself and saw that my eyes and face were covered in bruises. It's not hard to imagine how horrifying I must have looked when there was blood on them. No wonder people on the street would avoid me.

After getting dressed and putting on a mask, he thought for a moment and then put on a hat to make sure he wouldn't scare Hua Hua before going out.

This peach blossom snow has greatly affected urban traffic, with many cars stuck in traffic and people walking faster instead.

Hua Hua's school wasn't far away, and when Zhang Pengfei arrived, there were still quite a few students looking around in the classroom.

"Brother!" Hua Hua ran over and threw herself into his arms, and Zhang Pengfei groaned in pain.

"Brother, why are you wearing a hat and mask today? I didn't recognize you at all!"

Zhang Pengfei casually gave the excuse he had prepared: "My brother accidentally fell today and bruised his face. He was afraid of scaring others, so he covered it up."

"Huh? Does it hurt? Let me see!" Hua Hua tugged at his clothes, stood on tiptoe, and tilted her head back to take off his mask.

Zhang Pengfei carefully squatted down, took off his mask, and said with a pale face, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it will be fine tomorrow."

Hua Hua leaned close to his face, pouting, and a warm, gentle breath swirled around his face: "Let me blow on it for you, that will help it heal faster."

Zhang Pengfei's throat tightened instantly!

He quickly stood up, raised his chin at a 45-degree angle, blinked a few times to suppress the tears in his eyes, put on his mask, and took Hua Hua's hand: "Let's go."

Halfway there, Huahua asked Zhang Pengfei, "Brother, why are you walking so slowly, like a snail!"

Zhang Pengfei's eyebrows were already furrowed into two small knots. He gritted his teeth, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile: "Huahua, brother is a little tired, sorry."

Hua Hua flashed a bright white smile: "It's okay, brother, I'll carry you on my back!"

Zhang Pengfei shook his head with a bitter smile.

I wish Hua Hua could carry him.

If he can carry her, he can take care of himself and Dou Qiaoyun, and then he can be free of worries.

The streetlights came on, their colorful glow reflecting off the snow, adding a touch of warmth to this cold world.

When they arrived at the restaurant at the entrance of the residential area, Zhang Pengfei took Huahua inside for dinner.

Hua Hua picked up a piece of egg and was about to stuff it into Zhang Pengfei's mouth: "Brother, why aren't you eating anything? Here, take this!"

Zhang Pengfei frowned and dodged away, then laughed and said, "Brother isn't hungry, really. You eat by yourself, don't worry about me."

It might be from the pain, or it might be from exhaustion. Although he hadn't eaten lunch, he wasn't really hungry at the moment. He just felt a little dizzy and nauseous. He was already trying his best to endure it by sitting here and having lunch with Hua Hua.

Back home, Zhang Pengfei didn't even help Huahua with her homework. He went straight to bed fully clothed and quickly lost consciousness.

"Brother! Brother!"

In a daze, he heard Hua Hua calling him, and Zhang Pengfei struggled to open his eyes.

"Brother! Get up! You're going to be late!"

Zhang Pengfei's dizziness worsened. He tried to sit up, but his body was unresponsive, as if he were being "slept on by a ghost." After struggling for a while, he gradually regained sensation in his limbs. When he checked the time, it was already 7:30 in the morning!

The alarm clock rang seven or eight times, but he didn't hear it!

"Brother, your face is so red!"

"Really?" Zhang Pengfei touched his face, which seemed a little hot.

"It's nothing, it's probably just too hot in the room." He felt hot all over when he woke up, thinking it was because he was sleeping in his clothes and it was stuffy.

There wasn't time to cook, so I bought bread and milk for Huahua at the breakfast shop downstairs and took a taxi to school.

The company doesn't plan to go there anymore. At this point, even if Chen Jingyang wanted to kill him, that's just how it is.

After delivering the flowers, Zhang Pengfei took a car back, but just as he reached the elevator, everything suddenly went black, the world spun around him, and he knew nothing more.